Alaric nodded solemnly. "From the intertwining magic of the Mother Tree and the Earth Spirit, the Elves were born. They were crafted with immortality and purity, entrusted with the sacred task of tending to the earth's delicate balance while the Earth Spirit joined the war. Yet, as time passed, they began to stray from their noble purpose, seduced by the allure of power and pleasure. The whispers of greed, lust, envy, and pride twisted their thoughts. Driven by their newfound desires, the Elves turned upon each other, consumed by avarice and ambition. The strong preyed upon the weak, hoarding treasures and vying for dominion over their kin. When the Earth Spirit noticed the devastation wrought by her own creations, she took away their immortality by casting upon them a curse- the curse of iron which renders them weak when they are around it and takes their life when it is inserted in their bodies.”Ron nodded, still puzzled. “I see… but what was the point of the entire story? I don’t
The Earth Spirit materialized before them, a majestic sight to behold. He was male, with long, flowing white hair cascading down his back, framing a face adorned with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. His form was draped in a toga of rich greens and browns, woven from the very fabric of nature itself, adorned with intricate patterns of vibrant, colourful flowers that seemed to dance with every movement.A miraculous transformation swept through the air as he descended. Where once the scent of blood and decay had hung heavy like a shroud, in his presence, the fragrance of lavender and roses filled the atmosphere.The very essence of the land seemed to respond to his presence, as if awakening from a long slumber. The once-blood soaked earth sprouted with new life, vibrant flowers blooming in riotous colours, their petals unfurling with a gentle grace. Even the crimson leaves on the tress turned a vibrant green.With each step the Earth Spirit took, the
"Living so long without him is as good as dying anyway.” Ron replied. He gazed at the Earth Spirit with sadness in his eyes. “He already broke up with me so I may live the rest of my life without him but I’m content so long as I know he’s alive and well so please, let’s not waste any more time. Help him, I beg of you. Take everything you want. Even if you need my entire life span, take it. I’m ready to do anything.”The Earth Spirit gazed at Ron in awe then he nodded. “Very well. Sit beside him and hold his hand. No matter what, do not let go until I tell you to.”Ron nodded and did as he was told. He took Zedekiel’s ice cold hand in his, holding it firmly. For someone about to lose his powers, sight, and half his lifespan, he was unexpectedly calm but that was because he knew who he was giving it all up for. He felt Zedekiel deserved it and more. Life had been too cruel to the Elf and even if they would most likely never be together again, he was content as long as Zedekiel was alive
Young Zedekiel quickly stood up and scanned his surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious benefactor who had saved him. He knew that he had been wounded by iron and had been stabbed multiple times in the chest to which there was no way he could have recovered on his own but the landscape remained eerily still, devoid of any trace of the presence that had saved him from the brink of death. He tried calling out to see if anyone would answer but he was met with silence. Even the spirit s of the Vale dared not respond for they could feel the dense magic resonating in his body.Seeing as all traces of the person who had helped him had disappeared, Young Zedekiel deduced that the person didn’t want to be known so he didn’t dwell on it further. Instead, he picked up his sword and flexed his muscles, giving his neck a satisfying crack. He marvelled at how he was brimming with energy and strength. All the wounds on his body were completely healed, as if they were never inflicted i
The air was heavy with foreboding as the Elf wedding ceremony began. The garden was shrouded in a somber, grey mist that clung to the trees like a damp shroud. The Mother Tree's branches hung limp, seeming to sag under the weight of her grief, her leaves looking wilted.The music was a slow, haunting dirge, played on instruments that seem to be crafted from the very shadows themselves. The notes were mournful and forlorn, echoing through the garden like the cries of lost souls. The sound sending shivers down the spines of the gathered Elves, who whisper to each other in hushed tones of dread.Some of them weeped openly, their faces streaked with tears as they watch their Queen stand beside an Elf they once trusted but now despised. Others covered their faces with their hands, unable to bear witness to the sorrow that hung in the air like a palpable force.The ancestors' wails filled the air, intertwining with the slow music, making the atmosphere drearier. The entire Kingdom was aware
The Elves that had gathered for the wedding began to whisper and murmur within themselves.‘Didn’t he say Prince Zedekiel was killed by Prince John?’‘He said they were ambushed on their way to the human Kingdom.’‘Yes, and he said the Prince gave his life to protect them.’‘I knew he was lying! The bastard! If anyone should give their life, shouldn’t it be him? Why would he let our Prince sacrifice himself?’‘Did you hear what he said? He stabbed our Prince with iron. He just confessed.’‘The traitor!’‘He deserves to die!’Prince Kayziel's face went as white as a corpse, his complexion drained of all colour as if the very life had been sucked out of him. He stared at the figure before him, his eyes wide with horror, mind reeling with the implications of his own foolishness. He had just revealed his own secret to the entire Kingdom!With lightening speed, the Queen Mother appeared before Prince Kayziel and gave him an ear splitting slap. Blood spurted from his mouth as his head whipp
Zedekiel raised his sword again, about to cut off the second arm when Prince Kayziel screamed in the link; ‘Wait Zedekiel! Wait! I’m sorry! Forgive me my dear nephew! Please! Your Father and Berthiel would never want you to treat me this way!’SLASH!!The second arm was sliced off and blood sprayed out like rain, dying the green grass below. The arm fell to the ground followed by a horrid shriek from Prince Kayziel.Zedekiel scoffed and shook his head. “I only took your arms but look at you screaming and shaking like it is the most painful thing to experience in this world. You better endure it for it is nothing compared to the agony you put my family through. I will show you real pain, uncle.”He recalled Berthiel’s cries. The way he had described the feeling of iron melting his organs. The way he kept saying he couldn’t breathe and how he felt like he was dying. He remembered holding his father and brother’s heads, burying them with his own hands. He remembered the feeling of being
Prince Kayziel's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the implications. The whispered tales of Soulflaying, a punishment so heinous it sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors, now seemed all too real. He thought back to the ancient chronicles of the Nordor Elves, Evil Elves that had ravaged the lands with their insidious machinations. Their ruthless leader, Nordor, was said to have inflicted this unspeakable torture on any Elf who dared defy him.According to the ancient lore, Soulflaying was a fate worse than death itself, for it left the victim's soul trapped in the earth, forever deprived of rebirth. He knew that once the process began, there was no going back. The soul would be painfully torn from his body and trapped in the earth forever, never to be reincarnated.‘No...please,’ he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘Don't do this to me. I'll do anything...I'll do anything you want.’Zedekiel's laughter echoed through the garden, sending shivers down Kay
Prince Ron moaned, arching his back like a cat, pushing out his chest as he felt the finger slide in deep. It was quickly followed by another then another, digging in until they brushed a certain spot that made his entire body writhe in pleasure. He cried out as his legs went soft and Zedekiel had to release his penis and hold him up by his waist.Prince Ron was a needy moaning mess as his pink ass was played with. The fingers slipping in and out in a fast pace, each time jabbing at his prostate over and over again which left him keening with pleasure. Tears of joy leaked from his eyes as he threw his head back against Zedekiel’s shoulder. Feeling his impending orgasm, his vision blurred around the edges, sweat dripping from his body. His ass clamped down around his beloved's fingers and he screamed as his shaft jerked then exploded, his body spasming as he came over and over again.As Zedekiel watched Prince Ron cum, his breath caught in his throat. The way Prince Ron squirmed in his
Cordin, who had heard their King compliment Prince Ron in such a manner, felt like he had been struck by lightning. Their powerful King who always looked cold and scary was reduced to a lover boy before Prince Ron! No! He had to get out of the room before he heard any more. He didn't want the image of his King to change in his eyes.He quickly packed up the rest of the dishes, tucked the Fox under his arm and dashed out of the room.Now that they were alone, Zedekiel lowered his head to Prince Ron's ear, lightly brushing his lips against the soft pink lobe. "Do you know when you look the most beautiful?" he whispered, his voice a deep, velvet murmur that sent a shiver down Prince Ron's spine."W-When?" Prince Ron asked, blushing deeply. If it was about his appearance then he definitely wanted to know!Zedekiel smirked and caught Prince Ron's lobe with his teeth as he whispered; "When you're completely naked."Before Prince Ron could reply, he felt his beloved's hands move low, untying
Zhee_AliyuSign OutBecoming the Elf King’s Bride (BL)EditPaywalledUpdated in 2024-08-06 21:55:371113WordsHe recalled his lonely days in the Isle, not knowing whether it was day or night and he began to cry. "I was kidnapped and while I was there, all I could think about was you. It was horrible. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. You alone occupied my thoughts and kept me going. You have no idea how happy I was when you came to save me but all of a sudden, you changed. You didn't pay attention to me anymore. You didn't talk to me and you always evaded my touch. I even started to think that maybe you didn't want me because you thought something happened between me and Fredrick."Zedekiel eyes widened, his heart aching at Prince Ron's words. "Why would you think that?""What did you expect me to think?" Prince Rom retorted, wiping his tears as he glared at his beloved. "You wouldn't touch me. Maybe you thought I was tainted by-"Prince Ron was silenced by a finger to his
But Prince Ron remained calm. He had been thinking about how to reject Princess Mariel for a while and the only way was with the truth. It was better she knew now before she fell deeper. She would only end up hurting herself."How can this be?" She said, still shocked. It never occured to her that Prince Ron liked men alone. She just assumed that he would like her if she tried hard. She never for once stopped to think that maybe it wasn't her. It was her gender. He just didn't swing that way.But then, he also said that if she were male, he would still not be interested.Knowing that she never stood a chance hurt the most. His words about loving only her brother, about his heart belonging to him forever, were like daggers to her soul. She thought she had finally found someone she loved, someone she could spend the rest of her life with but now all those dreams were shattered.The pain suddenly intensified, morphing into something darker, something fiercer.Anger.It rose within her, f
"How can you speak of your own brother like this? Do you have no shame?" Prince Ron asked, his voice dripping with disappointment. On one hand, he could not believe that the sister he thought to be kind and gentle would have such harsh things to say about her own brother. She almost reminded him of Rose. His mood was already ruined due to the nonsense picnic he was forced to go out on and now, he was pissed.Princess Mariel was taken aback. When she voiced her concerns to Prince Ron about his relationship with her brother, she never imagined his first response would be to criticize her. She had expected him to thoughtfully consider her words and then decide to break up with her brother. Why was he attacking her now?"Everything I've said is the truth." She insisted. "My brother does not love you. He's only using you. Think about it. Look at the way he treated you when you first arrived in our Kingdom. He was so hostile and distant. All of a sudden, he changed and wants to be with you.
"So this is where you've been." Zedekiel heard a familiar voice say. His silver lashes trembled and he raised his head, his gaze landing on the woman standing before him.All of a sudden, he felt like crying. "Mother..." he called out, his voice hoarse. But then, he didn't know what else to say so he lowered his head once more, his eyes filling with tears.Seeing her son's heartbroken expression, the Queen Mother could not stay still. She rushed over to him and engulfed him in a tight warm hug. The hug seemed to thaw the ice around Zedekiel and the tears spilled freely down his cheeks. His Mother's warmth crept everywhere, making his tense body relax as he cried, pouring out his pain and anguish.Zedekiel clung to his mother, drawing immense relief from her embrace. The steady beat of her heart against his chest was a soothing rhythm, grounding him amidst his turmoil. She gently patted his back, her hand moving in slow, comforting circles as she whispered soothing words, her voice a b
Tariel and Sariel quickly jumped off the bed and held both of Prince Ron's hands, looking at their sister suspiciously. "You're not here to take him away from us are you?""As a matter of fact, I am." Princess Mariel said with a smile. "I want to invite Ron to join me on a picnic."Hearing the word 'picnic', the twins eyes widened in delight. "Yay! Picnic!""You two are not invited." She said, immediately crushing their hopes.Prince Ron chuckled nervously. He really didn't want to be alone with Princess Mariel considering her feelings for him. He didn't want to give her any false hope. He was already head over heels in love with her brother. She had no space like that in his heart."I'm sorry, Mariel but there are things I have to do today." He said, trying not to sound harsh."What things?" Princess Mariel asked. It was obvious that Prince Ron was just trying to worm his way out and she wouldn't let him. She had to make him aware of her feelings for him."Lots and lots of things, ri
The underworld was a realm of perpetual twilight, where shadows danced along jagged rock formations and the air was thick with an oppressive, sulfurous haze. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the landscape, casting an eerie, reddish glow that flickered off the cavernous walls. The ground was a mosaic of dark, foreboding stone, from which wisps of noxious smoke occasionally erupted.Screams and wails of tortured souls, horrid sounds of whips meeting flesh and the continuous jiggling of chains could be heard echoing throughout the place.In the heart of this desolate domain stood the Dark Lord's castle which loomed ominously atop a jagged mountain, its black stone walls seemingly absorbing all light. Tall, spiked towers pierced the perpetual twilight sky, and crimson banners fluttered in a ghostly breeze.The Dark Lord was sitting on his throne which was elevated on a dais of blackened stone, his imposing figure radiating an aura of absolute authority. His pristine white robes and bl
"Oh my God!!!" Prince Ludiciel shouted, his eyes widening. "I-It's the Dark Lord!!"The Darklings all gazed at the towering figure in fear.Prince Ludiciel nudged Alaric with his elbow and whispered; "Hey it's your turn!""Oh no! We're all doomed!" Alaric shouted reluctantly, waving his hands in the air like they were all done for. "The Dark Lord is out! We have to get out of here!"The Darklings and Fredrick; "........"..............................The Towering figure let out a horrid roar and the Darklings quickly went on their knees, chanting, "Long live the Dark Lord! Long live the Dark Lord!"The Dark Lord stood tall, a grotesque and terrifying presence. Its eyes burned a fierce red, piercing through the steam and darkness. A black crown, jagged and twisted, sat atop its head and its face was a ghastly mask of evil, with sharp, protruding fangs and a long, serpentine tongue that flicked out menacingly.The Darklings, now more frenzied than ever, roared their greetings in respo